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Crossing a creek, five voices hailed him from different points. He made no stop. He dashed on the faster to the opposite shore. His horse was fleet. Behind him his unclear blanket in a roll was flung, word scratched out unclear like a knapsack. Obtaining no notice, the lurking? Indians fired: two balls struck the blanket, one broke the right wrist of the hand in which he unclear his rifle: one [[missed?] its aim; and he presumes another unclear fire, as he was only conscious of four discharges. He flung his rifle from the wounded arm to the other, put his horse to its full speed, and escaped.

       The revenger of blood was not yet appeased. A victim was still demanded. At a gathering of the Indians, James Vann & his uncle were both present. Some of the Paint family appeared there. Their eyes glared for a victim. James Vann saw that they must be appeased by the life of one or the other of the two. He deliberately walked up to his uncle and shot him dead. This word scratched out to use the phrase of my Indian informant, "quieted the claim." 
      James Vann now grew into fame & importance, as he grew into maturity. But his impetuosity and decision sometimes